SeaTea
There and back again
Mitchell was starting to get a serious bout of tunnel vision and figured the loss of blood he was experiencing was not at all healthy in any circumstance. He was just glad that he seemed to be left along for the most part, that was until he heard the true to life DRAGON roar as well as the intense heat that soon enveloped the arena floor. He managed to catch a glimpse of the monster before him and was wondering if he wasn't having a dream within a dream, but he figured that he couldn't really take that chance. From his place leaned against the wall, he saw the dragon's wing sweep around in a wide arc and that it would just barely miss his head; again Mitchell made what he would call one of his most stupid decisions of the day. He rose quickly to his knees, his knife braced in both hands as he waited for the wing to come to him. When it was close enough, he stabbed his knife through the wing as hard as he could and attempted to cut through as much of the fleshy membrane as it passed over hid head in the vain hope of causing a distraction.